Red

This past weekend, I was supposed to go camping with some people. Those plans got canceled at the last minute, so instead I went to Springfield, ate, saw a movie, and went to a club of sorts that I had never been to.

The movie I saw was Red. (Retired, Extremely Dangerous.) It was awesome. Bruce Willis washis usual suave self, Helen Mirren was great as a trigger-happy ex-CIA agent, and John Malkovich probably had the best part. He was absolutely insane. Hilariously insane, though. Completely paranoid, carrying around a pink stuffed pig, which was later revealed to be hiding a rather large gun. It's something that I must immediately buy as soon as it comes out on dvd.

The previews before the movie looked good. Although I can only remember 2 of them. One is Unstoppable, with Denzel Washington and Chris Pine (Kirk from the new Star Trek) and is about a train. The other was one I had seen before, The Green Hornet. I can't tell if it's going to be any good or not. But it bugs me that I can't remember the other previewed movies.

Oh! And I got to see Conan O'Brien's new commercial on the movie screen! The one where he drives an explosives-packed car over a cliff. I had seen it before, on youtube, but nothing compares to seeing it on the movie screen.

Adieu.

Hare

I think that I have stopped kidding myself that I'm an artist. I may have had a few noteworthy works in my high school days, but not anymore. I try too hard, therefore the results are crap. And sometimes I wait for inspiration to come, and it never arrives.

Mid-term has come and gone. My grades were satisfactory. I guess the hours upon hours of homework and stress paid off. My reward to myself, since there was no interest in celebration, was a couple of hard ciders and a movie at home.

You would think that when your grandmother tells you how proud she is of you for the profession you're training for, you would feel good about yourself. Instead, pessimistic me, I only feel the dread of failure and disappointment when I do something to screw it up. The more pride people have in you, the greater their disappointment.

My Halloween costume sits beside my bed in a heap. I had been looking forward to getting ahold of that particular costume for some time, and now that I have it, I can't help but wonder if I'll have a reason to wear it.